Waka Flocka Flame - Word To The Wise lyrics

Two shots to his melon, Waka Flocka Presidential flooded Benz's for my partners For that dope and that Pyrex The youngest in the projects Will em' turn into pirates Empty out your pockets Murk you and ya partners Roll ya body up in some carpet Should've kept your mouth closed Should've never started Soon as I'm done I'm flipping in another cartridge I'm a real shooter just call me James Harden Don't mind me, my dog I'm just flossing Better keep your distance Proceed with caution f** boy, f** boy Y'all just some f** boys Ain't gonna have it on me Got ya' a** in a cup boy Walk everywhere and my chain never talk, boy, talk, boy NEVER Make a n***a heart beat acapella Stomp a n***a out in Italian leather You a street n***a then we birds of a feather Make a girl f** a girl just for the pleasure I'm talking boss sh**, real mob n***a Turn your wife and money Where your life guard, n***a? El Chapo sh** Find your body parts, n***a You ain't a drug dealer You a rapping a** n***a Just get cash rob your a** with no masks's Spend a day in my hood probably won't last, n***a [Hook:] Squad! UP! f** n***a, I'm yelling out squad UP! f** n***a, I'm yelling out squad UP! f** n***a, I'm yelling out squad UP! Squad up, squad up, squad up Squad up, squad up, squad up Squad up, squad up, squad up Word to the wise, don't f** with mine Word to the wise, don't f** with mine 20K n***a every club that I walk through Face card good every city that I walk through One phone call have my young n***as off you Clap him 33 times, round of applause you RIP Shirts momma said that she lost you Ain't gotta get my hands dirty, that's what a boss do Told you f** n***as this gon' cost you I told you, f** n***as this gon' cost you When you get a n***a hit I'm the one you need to talk to Real street sh** what I brought you Welcome to mi casa my Floor made of marble 200K Good in the A Good in the Bay I'm a drummer King Kay slay [?] Real n***a coming through, make way Send them goons where you stay In the bushes where they lay n***as know I don't play, man down White flag, mayday If you feeling some kind of way I'm sending Kenny B at em' Send the B's Send the C's Send the G's lords at em I don't do no talking I just make sh** happen Drop my name in the verse bet my shooters start clapping like BLOUW You ain't eating with the squad, then it's f** you n***a like BLOUW I'mma say it with pride I'mma yell it out loud [Hook]